Not exactly funny, but really true. John, in Natter.(And I've just realized most of my COMMS are Unamericans. Maybe I should start a Domestic Comm project.)
Thinking more broadly about that annoying HIM guy, I come across this a lot, and I mentally catalogue it as High-School thinking, as opposed to University thinking.
At highschool, you're told stuff. It's the truth. If you remember it till the end of term exams, that's it, you write it down again, and you're going to pass.
At university, it ought to be different. You ought to be challenging, analysing, comparing viewpoints on and examining the agenda of the people who tell you everything.
I realise that people's highschools may be much better than that, but I also sadly realise that, conversely people's universities may not be doing that job.
People like HIM end up with a brain that just goes "the word NEWS comes from the points of the compass. Huh. Cool fact" and doesn't bother to think "can that be true?", and in fact, reacts with annoyance to people saying "if you thought about it for a second, you'd see that it's unlikely".
See also that "aren't we lucky we don't live in the 1500s" thing...
The mighty
erinaceous:
But my DH has been making me laugh for the past 24 hours by pretending to be Saddam and saying things like:
"Dammit, Bush, the movers were supposed to be here at 7! I don't know where they are! YEAH, I called them. Quit riding my ass!" "Okay, peeps, big party at the palace tonight! there's no way I'm getting my security deposit back, so we're gettin' cra-zee!" "I'm not just leaving the keys, asshole. I'm going to hand them to the new tenant. I'm not having you charge me to make new keys." "That stain? That was here when I moved in!" "Hey! Who wants to help me move? I've got pizza and Rolling Rock!"
Or being Saddam's buddies:
"Saddam! What's in this big-ass box? Chemical warfare manuals? Dammit, don't you know you pack books in SMALL boxes!" "I'm not moving that couch again. Just leave it. It stinks, man! Did you spill sarin on it or something?" "You can stay with me, but only for a couple days. My folks get pissed off if I have people over for more than a weekend." "Oh, man, you already packed the bong? Shit."
Yes.
Could be Saddam speaking.
Or Bush after the next election.
Oh, you can be SO fickle!
Ple
, in Bitches, being wise:
Hell may be other people, but sometimes, if you're lucky, that also describes heaven.
Burrell: And thanks, Megan! Yep, we's having a baby.
Is there going to be a "name the baby" poll?
Uh, no. Because Monkey Pants is three kinds of wrong for an actual baby.
Sean K: You're no fun, Burrell. Monkey Pants would be a *great* name for a baby. ;)
Jesse: Monkey Pants is more of a middle name, I think, no?
ita: Oh, I smell a vote coming on!
erikaj: Definitely.
Burrell: You guys are as bad as my husband.
Amych: Wilhelmina Monkey Pants Burrell. It has a certain ring to it.
Sean K: Regardless, I have a strong suspicion that, now that you've planted that insidious seed in our heads, Monkey Pants will be the child's nickname, at least among Buffistas.
Amych: I've got it!
The Voting Thread: What should we name Baby Burrell?
Jesse: Ahazueras Monkey Pants Burrell!
Maimonides Monkey Pants Burrell!
The possibilities are really endless...
(And yes, this kind of conversation with my father is what led my mother to make sure they picked just one unisex name.)
Ellen S: Guinness Tobasco if it's a boy. Juniorella Michelob if it's a girl.
I have spoken.
Sean K: Burrell will never speak to any of us again
Megan: I was thinking more like Balthazar Polgara Monkey Pants Giles. Might be too uppitty though.
Polgara: Nothing wrong with uppity. Great names = great destiny. :-D
ita: Monkey Bon Bon Pants Burrell?
Megan E: Too many Ricky Martin connotations.
Scrappy: If a girl, Buffistette Monkey Pants Burrell.
If a boy, Buffisto.
Bitterchick: Back away from the Wilhelmenia.
Burrell:
*looks heavenward*
Sigh.
Betsy HP: Buffistina.
Jesse: Buffistina could just go by Tina, like the Albertina I went to high school with, so that's not so bad, right?
Sean K: Alouicious Monkey Pants Burrell.
IJS.
Ellen: Buffisto
I love this too much to wait 6 months for it. Someone needs to spawn now.
Erinaceous: Oh, {{{Burrell}}}
It just gets worse. DH and I told everyone that we were naming Little Bird "Anakin Hippopotamus MyLastName HisLastName" if it was a boy and "Amidala Daffodil MyLastName HisLastName" if it was a girl. The actual potential names we kept deep dark secrets.
It was especially funny for folks who weren't Star Wars fans and didn't get the names. My mom was a little disappointed as she thought "Amidala Daffodil" was pretty.
thessaly: Rufus Xavier Sasparilla?
Megan e: I just realized that this conversation totally justifies why I will never be reproducing.
Wolfram: Buffolomew Burrell. There's a boy who's gonna have
friends.
At least you all are talking names. My wife keeps trying to have the names conversation with me, but I'm so wait-until-the-last-minute guy.
ita: Dude. Lindsey.
What other choice do you have?
kat perez: I'll stay away from baby naming cuz the only one worth anything is Pinky Tuscadero and that one's mine, all mine.
